Oh a rose that is stolen

There is blood on the thorn

A clear blue sky

In a cold frosty morn

The trash in the alley

Shapes the food on the dish

A sudsy detergent

And thousands of fish

Doing the backstroke to the plate

Oh how sturdy the baby

How painful the birth

The gas in your

Is leaving holes in the earth

You can't be successful

Without being mean

And the west is getting wealthy

Without human beings

Now the death for human beings

The higher you climb

The harder you fall

Your bankable riches

Mean nothing at all

Remember the Romans

Remember the Greeks

Ignoring the old man

A sign so to speak

And if you won't listen

Baby be on your guard

When life seems so pretty

The truth will be hard

When you get what you deserve

Repeat Chorus

Repeat Chorus

Remember the Romans

Remember the Greeks

Ignoring the old man

A sign so to speak

And if you won't listen

Baby be on your guard

When life seems so pretty

The truth will be hard

When you get what you deserve